Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2001 13:59:03 -0800 From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com> Subject: dorm-twins-5.txt Dorm Twins: Part 5 ================== By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Hearing ------- We all got dressed up for court the next morning. Dad had taken the day off and all four of us: Dad, Lane, Kyle, and myself, were dressed to the nines in nice suits. The courthouse was in the main street in the small town we lived outside of. Dad's attorneys had an office that looked out on the courthouse The sign on the door read "Peters, Peters & Peters, Attorneys at Law". A perky, middle-aged receptionist greeted us: "Thompson?" Dad responded, "yes." She responded, "Jorg will be with you shortly." We sat down in the waiting room. My heart was racing as I found myself quite nervous and afraid I was perhaps not doing the right thing with this adoption. A handsome twenty-something gentleman at least 200 cm tall with stunning blonde hair stepped out of an office and approached our small group. "Jorg Peters," he said introducing himself, "my father was called away just a half-hour ago on urgent business. However, he briefed me fully on this matter." Turning his radiant blue eyes my direction, he continued, "You must be Rafael." All I could think is, "How may I suck your cock?" Instead, I managed a nod and a smile. "Nervous," Jorg asked, I nodded slightly and he assured me that there was nothing to be concerned about. We headed back into the younger Mr. Peters' office and reviewed several documents as well as a facsimile communique from the Spanish embassy regarding the impact this adoption would have on my dual citizenship: none as far as they were concerned. At 0955, we walked downstairs and across the street to the courthouse. Judge Michael Penfield was presiding. A handsome forty-something black man, Judge Penfield immediately recognized my father and warmly greeted him. "Jim, what brings you to my courtroom?" Dad spoke up, "Just some family business." "As long as it is good things," the Judge responded. The court crier started the session and at Jorg's request the courtroom was closed for the adoption hearing. Jorg presented the motion papers required under our state law and Judge Penfield questioned me, Jim, and the boys, each separately in chambers. The process took about an hour and a half. Finally, after speaking with Kyle, the Judge came back into the court. "I am ready to make a ruling, let's go back on the record," the Judge said. "Mr. Paz, you are a lucky man indeed. I have reviewed Mr. Thompson's request and spoken with his twin natural children and all of them are excited to have you as part of the family and clearly love you very much. In light of the voluntary surrender of parental rights by your natural father and the approval of those documents by the appropriate Spanish authorities, I see every reason to approve this adoption. Will you be changing your name?" "Yes, your honor, thank you," I managed. "It is ordered that Mr. Jim Thompson is your legal father and that your name is changed to Rafael Paz Thompson," the Judge intoned firmly and then signed some paperwork that Jorg had prepared. "Court is adjourned." We stood to leave and the Judge beckoned to Jim, "can I see you privately for a moment Jim?" Jorg told dad that the three of us would be in his office and so we walked back across the street. In Jorg's office he had prepared most of the requests for formal documents, e.g. passports, etc. with my adopted name. A phone call came in and Jorg handed the phone to Lane, it was dad, he and the judge were getting an early lunch together. We were to meet up in the law offices at 1300. I thanked Jorg for his and his father's help and headed out to lunch with the boys. Spanked and Fucked by my New Daddy ---------------------------------- At home again, dad ordered me to strip for my first spanking as his legal son. I quickly took my clothing off and walked out in the cold winter to the pool house alone. Dad followed me, but the boys folded my clothing and placed it on the banister and then showed up in the pool house a few minutes later, still dressed. Dad guided me over the sawhorse and restrained me to the horse. Upside down, I saw my twin brothers, and lovers, staring at my exposed bubble butt. "Lane, hand me the strap," dad said. Lane quickly moved to get the strap from the wall and hand it to dad. Dad quickly raised the strap into the air and brought it down my ass violently. The sensation was electrifying and had I not been restrained to the sawhorse, I would have jumped to the ceiling. Dad delivered dozens of violent and ferocious blows to my exposed buttocks. After about thirty, I was crying softly and calling out to dad to beg him to stop. Dad had other plans though, "Kyle hand me the cane." Kyle knew better than to question this order and handed his dad a thick cane. The thick intense blows from the strap were quickly replaced with violent lines of pain from the cane. Forty strokes of the cane later, dad stopped and ran his hands along my red and welted ass cheeks. "That will do," he said as he asked the boys to help me get back inside and into his bedroom. Dad walked out as Lane and Kyle began to untie me from the sawhorse. I was still crying and Kyle gave me a big kiss and said I was brave for taking such a big punishment without crying out more. Lane carried me inside and up the stairs in his arms and delivered me onto dad's bed. Dad was in the shower and Lane positioned me on my stomach, leaving my sore butt quite exposed. About ten minutes after the boys left, dad came out of the bathroom, his cock already erect. I stayed put as he put a condom on and lubricated my fuckhole. "You have been wanting this for a while, haven't you boy," he asked. "Please fuck me dad," I begged through my tears. He did. I felt him climb on top of me and then push his thick shaft into me. The sensations were intense as his cock forced its way into my tight fuckhole. I let out a gasp and then realized he was all the way inside me. His cock was immense and my ass was sore. He allowed his cock to burrow into me and fell onto me allowing his midsection to press against my sore ass cheeks. From behind he grabbed my hair and craned my head up and around forcing me to kiss him deeply as he began to fuck me more intensely. Dad continued to fuck me for over a half hour. Frequent pauses were the order of the day with him stopping quite frequently to ensure that he did not shoot his load prematurely. The experience was the most intense fuck I had ever had. His cock was like a massive thick rod slamming into me and ripping my ass open. The feel of his body resting on my sore ass was intense and the way he held my head up and around violently so I had to kiss him was divine. Finally, while kissing me, I felt his cock explode inside me. He let go of my head finally and let me collapse into the bed, but did not pull out his cock. He rested on my sore ass cheeks for quite a while before finally pulling all the way out. "Stay," he said firmly while getting up and going to the bathroom. He came back a few minutes later and lay back down on top of me. His cock was already slightly hard again and he asked me, "Do you want me to fuck you again boy?" "Yes, please sir," I begged. "Good," he said as he got up on his knees and forced me to roll over onto my sore ass. "Legs in the air," he said barely allowing me a second to start tucking my legs in and bringing them over my head before he gripped my cheeks firmly and shook my head back and forth. "I said, legs in the air," he repeated as I scurried to get my legs in the air. "You have a gorgeous bubble butt," he said as I got my legs over my head and grabbed my ankles with my hands. "And it is quite red," he said, grinning. Dad slid more lube into my fuckhole with his fingers and then slid another condom onto his now fully erect cock. Dad pushed in, but I was already much looser and he could enter me with ease this time. He quickly leaned his weight onto the backs of my legs and forced his face towards mine, kissing me as he pumped his cock in and out rhythmically. This time though, Dad quickly orgasmed inside me and pulled out and allowed me to stretch my legs out again. Dad thanked me and asked me if I wanted an orgasm. I shook my head and explained, "Only Saturdays." Dad smiled and said that was ok for now and then offered to rub Vaseline on my sore bottom. I accepted and he made a point of fingering my fuckhole with his fingers as he rubbed the Vaseline in. Finally, he helped me up and walked me into the bedroom with the boys. Kyle met me at the door and kissed his dad as he helped me into the bed. My ass was on fire and the twins piled in next to me in the bed. "You have fun with dad," Lane asked. "Yes," I admitted. "Good," Kyle said as he kissed me and maneuvered to suck my cock. Surprise Orgasm --------------- I was a bit surprised that Kyle started working my cock, but I was more surprised that Lane started licking my nipples and neither of them stopped as I became more and more intensely aroused. Lane was working my nipples hard with his mouth as Kyle sucked my cock intensely. They kept at it until I shot into Kyle's mouth and then he moved up and dribbled my cum back into my mouth and into Lane's as the three of us kissed. "It's not Saturday," I said meekly after the three-way cum filled kiss ended. Lane smiled and said, "its even better, you are our brother by law now." We snuggled for over an hour in silence. Finally I broke the silence: "It is going to be hard to go back to school this coming Saturday." The reality that winter break was coming to a close was upon us. The twins nodded in agreement and promised that we would always be close. Around 1800 dad, interrupted our snuggle and explained that Judge Penfield wanted us to come over. The boys groaned slightly, Judge Penfield had five lovely daughters ranging in age from 5-20. The oldest was a junior at Yale and had always had a crush on the twins. She was, of course, home from school. We drove over to the Penfield's house on the other side of town. More modest than the Thompson mansion, it was by no means inadequate. As we pulled up two of the older girls: Mary and Amy, came out to greet us. Mary was the oldest and she clearly dawdled on the twins. Amy, at 17, latched on to me and escorted me into the house as dad and the twins followed with Mary. The judge greeted me warmly and introduced me to his wife and the other three girls. Over dinner we discussed current events and when my photography work involving the football team came up, the judge insisted on seeing a copy of my portfolio. Luckily, I had brought the DVD of my previous semester's work with me and a portfolio. That had been dad's idea and I was grateful. Mary ended up following me out to the car and bumming an extra print of the boys off me. If I had made a scene it might have drawn attention to my affections with them, so I gave her an extra print I had in the portfolio, but not a sketch of Kyle naked. Inside again, Mary disappeared upside to hide her picture and I popped the DVD in to show off the Fall 2001 football team from State for the assembled audience. Around 2000, the younger girls were sent to bed and we had long finished reviewing my portfolio. We ended up in a boys-vs-girls game of Pictionary. Dad, the judge, myself and the twins went against Mary, Amy, the judge's wife, and Sally, the middle child. Despite the slight imbalance of numbers the girls cleaned our clocks thoroughly. That said, the twins were amazing at Pictionary. Their twinspeak was in full force and they managed to score tons of points off each other with minimal effort. Afterwards, Mary and Amy talked Lane and Kyle into a walk, I begged off and found myself sitting with the adults being offered Scotch on the rocks and a cigar. Dad nodded that it was ok and I tried a cigar for the first time. The judge's wife was a stay at home mom and the judge and my dad had grown up together here and gone to state together playing on the football team. Around 2300, the boys came back giddy from the cold and we headed out. The boys later confided that they were quite relieved that we had bearded the Penfield girls on our sexuality. Return to School ---------------- I convinced Lane to drive me to the airport to meet Gerhard's flight on Friday. We stopped at the dorm and dropped Kyle off to get things settled back in. On the drive over, Lane became surprisingly melancholy. "We are thinking of rushing a fraternity," he shared. I fought back an intense wall of emotions to keep myself from breaking into a ball of tears. "I know," he said, it would make it hard for the three of us to keep living together. I leaned against the window and turned my head away. "Kyle and I could have them rush you too," Lane explained. I started to cry. "Fuck," I said, "the thing I am upset about is neither of you talked to me about this. If the three of us are a couple you at least had to talk to me." Lane did not respond to me and we drove the rest of the way to the airport in silence. As we parked in the short term international lot he managed an, "I'm sorry." I nodded and collected myself as best I could for meeting Gerhard. We waited outside customs for about an hour before Gerhard made it through. His skin seemed paler and I could not help but remember our visit to Bonn a few weeks earlier. Gerhard seemed to smile at me as if he knew and said to Lane, "Thanks for helping me out." "No problem," Lane chipped in without really engaging. We walked back to the car and I loaded Gerhard's belongings into the trunk. Gerhard got in the backseat and I got back in front. We drove back to school and Lane dropped us at the dorm. "I'll be back later tonight," Lane said as he pulled away. Upstairs, I gave Gerhard a parting hug and resolved to corner Kyle--alone--on the issue of fraternities. Kyle was alone and had unpacked most of the twins' belongings and some of mine. I thanked him and asked him if we could talk about rushing. He shrugged. "Kyle, I am really upset," I said. I walked over and sat down next to Kyle on the bed, "please talk to me." Kyle turned, "I think Lane was hoping you would just go along, nothing has been decided." I turned Kyle's face towards mine and kissed him. "That's all I ask for, a chance to participate if we are a couple." Kyle nodded and hugged me back. "I'm sure Lane will apologize," he said, "I feel bad." "Apology accepted." We lay there snuggled in bed for a while. Around 1600, Dad brought Lane in and the door was quickly closed and the stereo turned on. Lane looked at me and mouthed, "I fucked up." Lane took his pants off and leaned over Kyle's bed. Dad talked to me for a few minutes and then to Kyle. Dad explained that Lane had asked to be punished and felt terrible about the fraternity misunderstanding. I nodded and asked dad to let me administer the discipline. Dad agreed, gave Kyle and I kisses and left us on campus for our second semester. I shut the door leaving Kyle in the center room that was nominally mine. I sat down next to Lane on the bed and told him that I would rush the fraternity if he apologized to me and promised to involve me in decisions that affected the three of us. He agreed and started to get up. "No," I said firmly, "over the chair." He looked at me shocked. "I promised dad I would handle this," I said as I picked up a belt and administered forty firm blows to Lane's exposed ass. I helped him stand up after the punishment was over and we kissed. "We don't even have to join the fraternity," he said. "I would have been happy to do it if you had just asked," I explained. We hugged for a while and then let Kyle in. We ended up discussing not just rush, but also their potential to be recruited in the 2002 season direct to the NFL. The recruiter for our state's professional NFL team had attended a large number of the boys' games and spoken several times with Dad. Dad was in favor of them joining the majors if they could do it, especially on the same team. The rush discussion thus dovetailed nicely into what would happen if they joined the NFL while I was still in college. Lane and Kyle both emphasized this was one of the reasons they had convinced their dad to adopt me: I was now tied to them and them to me, 100% legally. (Of course, now every time we had sex with each other it was incest.) Around 1800, I suggested that we all get dinner with some of the football team members who were going to rush X X X this year. Over dinner several of the guys mentioned that they heard that there was still a lot of weird hazing shit that went on at rush. Tom mentioned that he had heard the pledges all got beaten with wooden paddles. Jack said that the pledges had their pubes shaved last year. The stories really turned me on and I made a point to keep my eyes down at my food to avoid grinning from ear to ear. If just 10% of what was being said at the dinner table was true, I could see the appeal of rushing. Gerhard II ---------- Later that night I knocked on Gerhard's door. His roommate let me in and Gerhard was on his bed sitting quietly reading a German novel. "Hola," I said. "Que pasa," he responded. We laughed. "Can we be friends again," I asked. "Did we ever stop," Gerhard asked me. "No," I said. Gerhard smiled, and explained why he looked a bit down, "injections." "You know," I asked. "I figured it out from something the other boys said about photography by a hot young Spaniard," Gerhard explained. "Will you really have your balls cut off when you turn 21?" "Yes," Gerhard said firmly. "And the injections keep you from getting erections," I asked. Gerhard nodded. I put my arm around his shoulders and we sat in silence for until bedtime. Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback (in English) to the author at toplegal@yahoo.com. $$